The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 277

NARRATOR

Green eyes, brimming with tears and suppressed sobs, looked past Silas to the woman standing behind him—the supposed healer.

But under the moonlight, at last, Sigrid saw her true face.

She knew the woman had come to send her back, and she refused to leave. Yet, no matter how much she resisted, the past wouldn’t change the way she wished it would.

"I love you, I love you so much…" she whispered between sobs, lifting her trembling lips to his and kissing him desperately, clinging to him, feeling his warmth, the beating of his heart, for the last time.

"Never forget how much I love you. Never forget. You are not Gray, you are not Umbros. You are Silas, my Silas…"

Words could never do justice to her feelings, to what they both felt.

"Sigrid…" Silas suddenly seemed confused as he saw her so devastated. "Does it hurt that much?"

"Yes, it hurts… it hurts too much," she answered in a broken voice, and he began to panic, his eyes darting to her chest, thinking the wound was getting worse, desperate to check on her.

"Go, go create a shelter. The Queen is already upon us. Go, Silas… GO!" she pushed him away, holding herself back with everything she had, resisting the urge to cling to him, to rebel against that damn Goddess, knowing it would only bring more pain and suffering.

She understood that fighting wouldn’t change anything.

Perhaps Queen Selenia couldn’t defeat him, but the "little old lady" on the boat certainly could stand against both of them—and, in fact, she would.

Silas stood up, his gaze locked on her, obsessive and unsettled.

Why did he feel like something was terribly wrong, yet he couldn’t grasp what it was?

"Guard her with your life," he warned Mérida with a cold stare. She nodded strangely, without her usual sarcasm.

Spreading his massive wings, he soared into the mist no one else dared to cross.

And yet, it welcomed him as if he were the master of the house.

Silas began carving a path, clearing it with powerful gusts of wind generated by his wings.

His specters scattered in search of the fabled island. And indeed, amidst the swirling darkness, there was a clearing—a beautiful island at its center.

A safe haven, hidden away beneath so much malice.

He would claim it for himself and his mate. So, eager to return to her, he hastened to clear the way.

The boat rocked dangerously.

"That is what I did in the past. My mistakes, my burden, this past that you came to illuminate with your light. You are the only one who can cleanse the sins of the Selenias, of all supernatural beings on this earth," Juno murmured, looking at her like a mother, caressing her face with sorrow.

She deserved for Sigrid to spit in her face, to unleash all her resentment. Even Juno despised herself.

"I don’t want to cleanse anything! I just want to be with him, and now you're going to imprison him for millennia, you damn—!" Sigrid screamed, roared, sobbed, filled with utter helplessness. "And if I don’t want to leave? Give me more time, Juno, please, give me more time!"

"I'm sorry, my Selenia. Your time here is over. You always knew you couldn’t take him with you…"

Sigrid knew it, but she refused to accept it. She couldn't. Not yet.

She tried to break free, to leap into the lake, to escape Juno’s grasp, but she couldn’t move a muscle.

Above them, the enormous full moon stopped in its course, drawing closer and closer, as if it were about to crash into the earth at any moment.

Juno’s hand pressed against her forehead, keeping her still, while ancient incantations spilled from her lips.

Tears also began to fall from her luminous blue eyes…